English poem
LINES TO SIR ROBERT KER PORTER,
by John Carr (1793–1845)
To save the credit of the dame, Poets and painters all agree That Mistress Fortune cannot see, And on her bandage cast the blame;
When honours on th’ unworthy wait, When riches to the wealthy flow, When high desert, oppress’d by woe, Is left to struggle on with Fate.
But, Porter! when on thee she smil’d, The fillet from her eyes she mov’d, To view the merit all approv’d— A mind inform’d, a heart unsoil’d.
She saw thy virtues bright appear; A son that mothers seldom know, A brother with affection’s glow, The soldier brave, the friend sincere.
With honours then thy name she grac’d, And call’d on Love to bless thy arms With princely rank, with Virtue’s charms, And all the pow’rs of wit and taste.
More by John Carr
- LINES TO MISS L —— D ——.
- Lines To Mrs. A. Clarke.
- Lines To My Mother, On Her Attaining Her 70Th Year.
- Lines To Selina
- Lines To Sir Robert Ker Porter, Knight Of The Imperial Order Of St. Joachim
- Lines To Study.
- Lines To The Memory Of An Amiable Youth, Of Great Promise, Whose Afflicted Parents Received The Intelligence Of His Having Been Drowned, At The Very Time When His Arrival Was Expected From Abroad.
- Lines To The Memory Of Erasmus, By Oudaan, Inscribed On The Pedestal Of The Statue Raised In Honour Of The Former, In Rotterdam.